674?! Number 674. I’m number 709. This is going to take a while. Diversity is beautiful. I see people from Mexico, India, England and the Middle East. We all want the same thing . People are here alone, with their best friends, lovers and then those who are alone. Like me. 

Although we are all here for the same reason, to work and drive legally in this country with hopes of one day becoming legal ourselves. Yet we all stand or sit here, lost and confused. I see fear. So much hesitation is helping those who walk in the door and and look confused as they look at the line. “It’s just a check in line” I say to those who speak Spanish. 

“Me ayuda a llenar la aplicación? No se que dice?” I don’t deny this man help, so I fill it out. “Eso es todo?” I reply, “si, no mas falta esperar,” I say as I hand him back the clip board. I take a peek at his hand, they are rough like my fathers. Years of hard work reflect on his hands. All those scars, the wear and tear. Hard working people deserve a break. 

“679?” Fuck! I’m going to be here a while.